Chapter 22 #2
Johnny couldn’t help the soft moan that left his mouth as he opened it, offering it all to Taylor.
It’d always been his, his whole body, everything.
Even on the nights when Johnny had sworn blind he was over his feelings, when he’d buried his cock inside another body, he’d tell himself that the ache in his chest had gone, that he’d moved on.
But then Taylor would smile or tip his head and look at Johnny in a certain way, and just like that old Judas kiss, his body would betray him, and he’d realise that his heart hadn’t moved on at all.
“Tay,” Johnny breathed against his lips. “Tay, please. I can’t wait anymore.”
Taylor whimpered into Johnny’s mouth, their tongues sliding together to muffle the sound. “Your arm,” he breathed, fisting a hand in the back of Johnny’s hair. “I don’t wanna hurt—”
Johnny silenced his concern with the tilt of his hips, pressing their cocks together through their clothes. He bit Taylor’s earlobe as Taylor mouthed at his jaw, all hot tongue and hard teeth.
“JP,” Taylor groaned, finding Johnny’s lips again as they rocked against one another. “I just wanna look after you.”
Johnny moaned into his mouth, the tips of his fangs grazing Taylor’s lips. “So look after me, you idiot.”
“JP,” Taylor whispered again, mouth wetting Johnny’s chin as he dipped a hand down the back of his shorts.
He slid his fingers through Johnny’s crease, gripping both cheeks in one hand and crushing Johnny against him.
“JP, JP, JP, J—P…” Taylor was breathing hard, Johnny’s name getting lost in a slur of tangled tongues.
“R-remember when you rutted against my knot?” Johnny whispered, sliding his knee between Taylor’s legs.
He tugged at Taylor’s hair, pulling his head back and stretching the cords in his throat.
“’Cause I do.” He growled against his Adam’s apple.
“I remember every little sound you made. Every whimper, every moan.”
Taylor elbowed the mattress, rolling Johnny onto his back so he was hovering over him. The dying light made a silhouette of his powerful shoulders, his broad chest and thick arms. Johnny could barely see his face, but he could feel Taylor’s hot breath on his mouth.
He reached up with his good hand and traced his jaw.
“I should fuck you, Taylor,” he whispered, even though he was in no position to be fucking anyone with his injuries.
“I should fuck you for making me wait. I should fuck you for taking so long.” He pushed up on his good arm and buried his face in Taylor’s chest. “I should fuck you until the only sounds you make are those sweet little whimpers.”
Taylor keened low in his belly, and before Johnny could even think about peeling either of their clothes off, Taylor disappeared beneath the sheets.
“T-Tay?” he panted, trying to pull the sheet up.
Taylor growled, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Johnny’s shorts and pulling them down.
He pressed his mouth to his pubic hair, saliva warming then cooling the raging inferno that was building in Johnny’s groin.
His dick slapped against his belly, rock hard and leaking as Taylor pulled his shorts down all the way.
Opening his legs, Johnny let Taylor sink between his thighs and curl towards the bottom of the bed. He could barely breathe as Taylor started kissing the tops of his thighs, dragging his fangs over his skin and pushing his legs up so they hooked over his biceps.
“Is this okay?” Taylor whispered, making Johnny squirm as he pressed a feather-light kiss to the tip of his cock.
“Y-yeah,” Johnny panted, running his fingers through Taylor’s hair and cursing the guy with the baseball bat for taking his strength away.
His knot pulsed every time Taylor dipped his head and kissed it, the sensation radiating across his hips and through his balls. Johnny had fucked plenty of people, been fucked by a couple too, but his knot had never reacted so keenly as when Taylor wrapped his mouth around it and sucked.
Johnny threw his head back, covering his mouth with his bandaged arm as Taylor licked him from knot to tip.
His huge hands splayed under both of his arse cheeks, thumbs kneading the muscle and spreading him open.
Johnny didn’t know if Taylor was actually going to go there or if he was just holding him still.
Either way, his hand tightened in Taylor’s hair as he struggled not to fuck up into his mouth.
He was hallucinating, Johnny’s brain absolutely had to be making this shit up because he’d fantasised about this moment at least five thousand times only to be left with crippling post-nut regret and a messy hand.
He smiled into the darkness, his gaze drifting up to the ceiling as he silently thanked God, reasoning that the big man was omnipresent and had probably witnessed millions of blowjobs anyway.
“Tay,” he moaned against the rough fabric of the bandage. “Ah fuck, Tay.”
Theo hadn’t been lying when he said Taylor knew how to suck dick, because holy hell, the way his tongue wrapped around Johnny’s balls was sinful.
“You’ve gotta be quiet, JP,” Taylor said, popping off his cock. “William might wake up.”
Johnny pressed his lips together and fisted Taylor’s hair. “So stop teasing.”
Taylor growled against his length, the sensation sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure straight to Johnny’s balls.
He mouthed his knot, tongue spreading over it as he pumped the entirety of Johnny’s length with his hand.
Johnny was panting. Quietly. Shamelessly.
Understanding now why his parents had their room on the ground floor, away from everyone else.
Ew, fuck.
He squeezed his eyes shut, hips bucking up as Taylor sucked him down over and over.
He cried out, gripping Taylor’s hair and holding his head down as he spilled deep into his throat. Johnny wanted him to take it all, every last drop.
Taylor was staring up at him, eyes dark and filled with feral hunger. Fuck, Johnny had wanted Taylor to look at him like that for so long, and now he was he felt like he he’d been set aflame.
Taylor sucked hard, cheeks hollowing and throat working as he milked every last drop from Johnny’s knot. He coughed a little as he wiped his mouth over Johnny’s stomach, hovering over his belly button and pressing his nose to his skin.
Johnny let out a delirious laugh. “D-don’t think you’ll be sowing your oats any time soon, Tay.”
Taylor’s lips pulled into a mischievous grin. “Not with that attitude,” he said, before opening his mouth and licking a wet stripe between Johnny’s ribs.
He shoved Johnny’s T-shirt all the way up to his collarbones, opening his mouth and biting hard on his left nipple.
“Ouch!” Johnny cried, slapping his back before smothering the shout against Taylor’s shoulder. “We agreed not to bite.”
Taylor chuckled. “Sorry, couldn’t resist. I always thought you had pretty nips.”
He braced his hands either side of Johnny’s head, holding his weight as though he might break him.
“Come here,” Johnny whispered, circling an arm around Taylor’s neck. He ran the flat of his hand up Taylor’s thigh until he palmed his cock through his shorts. He squeezed. “You hard for me, big boy?”
Taylor let out a ragged breath, his hips canting forwards and his shoulders dropping.
“JP, you don’t have to—oh fuck.”
He shuddered against Johnny’s neck, the tips of his fangs grazing his skin.
Johnny managed to slip a hand inside his shorts just in time to feel Taylor’s thick cock buck.
He came hot and hard into Johnny’s palm, the force making it dribble between his fingers.
Taylor rocked into it, hand digging into the pillow as he chased the contact. Then he finally slumped.
They lay in silence for several minutes, Taylor’s body heavy over him.
Little by little the room pulled back into focus, the fuzzy edges falling away and leaving something dreamlike in their wake.
As they lay there, Johnny could feel all of Taylor’s insecurities pouring over the bond.
His fears, his doubts. The longing. Fuck, the longing was intense, and it settled so deep in Johnny’s chest it made his hands start to shake.
It felt like a mating bond, except it was just… them. How it had always been, except now Taylor was finally letting Johnny feel the extent of his emotions without the crazy edge of anger muddying everything.
Taylor’s muscles eventually relaxed, making him sag, and Johnny grinned as he ran a knuckle down his spine. “One-pump chump, huh?”
“Shut up,” Taylor huffed, giving Johnny’s neck a gentle nip.
They stared at one another in the near-darkness, still the same stupid kids in all the ways that mattered.
“I can’t go back to how things were,” Johnny whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose against Taylor’s. “If you wake up tomorrow and tell me this was all a mistake I won’t be able to stand it.”
Taylor reached up, cupping his face, thumbs tracing the tops of his cheeks. “Right back atcha.”
Johnny turned to kiss his palm. “You sure? About us, I mean.”
Taylor grinned, the white of his teeth the only thing Johnny could see.
“I’m sure, JP. In fact, I’m so sure that I think we need to get tested. Like, at a clinic, because we’ve both had some seriously questionable shags over the years.”
Johnny laughed, running a hand down Taylor’s back. “I think that’s the most sensible suggestion you’ve ever made.”
“Mhm, I’m glad you think so. You wanna know how else I know I’m sure?”
Johnny cocked an eyebrow. “Go on.”
“Because yesterday I came so hard on your bed that I bit a hole through your pillowcase.”
Johnny snorted. “You could have kept that one to yourself.”
“Why stop now? The truth is, JP, I really wanna fuck you bareback.”
Johnny smirked, pressing his tongue into his cheek. “I appreciate your confidence, sweetheart. But I’ve been waiting fourteen years, so the one getting fucked bareback is you.”
Taylor was still grinning as he peeled off his shorts, and Johnny lifted his hand to his mouth, sucking Taylor’s come from his fingers. He knew how Taylor smelled when he was aroused, but tasting it? Shit. If he were Catholic he’d probably have to go to confession or something.
Taylor handed him a dirty towel from his wash-basket, helping him wipe the rest of his hand before cleaning himself.
After he’d pulled on a pair of Johnny’s old gym shorts he settled back in bed and rested his cheek against Johnny’s chest. “On a scale of one to ten, how quickly do you think the girls are going to kill us tomorrow?”
Sighing, Johnny ran a hand through Taylor’s hair. “Oh, we’re definitely sleeping with one eye open for the rest of our lives. In fact, we might have to take shifts because Gabriella will probably shank us the first chance she gets.”
Taylor shivered as he nuzzled Johnny’s neck. “Well, it’s been nice knowing you, JP. At least I got to suck your dick before the end.”